She always dressed this way, if it wasn't skirts it was tight jeans and heels or something. Maybe she didn't wear her leather skirt or jeans that ofte..., but in my mind, she must have worn each of them at least once a week and whenever I'd hear her car pull up, I'd run to the window to see what she was wearing and more often than not, jacked off as soon as she went into the house.I used to do some odd jobs for Mrs. Moore, nothing major, I'd just help her out by mowing her yard, doing work around. Dorothy smiled nervously and shook her head.“They are kept in a safe in the Colonel’s office,” she replied, “I couldn’t let you in there,” she cast an eye at the papers, “well, I suppose we shall have to get you started then.”“Thank you,” he sat opposite her and leaned on the desk, “this will be my typewriter?”“Yes,” she looked at the second typewriter, “it will be your typewriter,” she leaned back and studied him for a moment. The white collarless shirt and braces hid a muscular torso and she. "I was just kidding!" she protested weakly. Then her eyes got really big, and she lit up the whole bay with her blush! I kissed her. "Mostly, anyway," her protest got weaker. I kissed her again, and she kissed me back. "A little?" she actually squeaked, and she raised up her eyes and looked into mine. "No, I guess I wasn't kidding at all – I was hoping." So was I, little girl, so was I" And the world went away, former sad realities erased by this new "together" that we had both suddenly. Becky was the biggest 'slut' out of our friendship group who was always acting flirtatious with the boys in the group, even the ones with girlfriends. She stood at about 5ft 8" with shoulder length Blonde hair, size B tits at most but she did have an incredible ass I must admit.Harri's house was cool with his lounge, kitchen and dining room on the ground floor and then on the 1st floor was the bathroom, his mum's room and the spare room. Harri's room was a loft conversion which was amazing if.